'Love should be something that grows over time,' Sydney Sawyer thought. 'Or maybe it's something that deepens gradually through slow, steady contact.' But when she really thought about it, she hadn't interacted with Sebastian Lockwood much at all.
Most of the time, she just watched him from afar.
She didn't even know why she...
...liked him so, so much.
When she was finally cleared for outdoor activities, she even snuck off to the hospital's small shop to buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
She remembered this was the brand Sebastian Lockwood smoked.
Sydney Sawyer had seen it many times: him, standing outside, a cigarette often pinched between his fingers.
She stood in the hot wind, and even though he was far away, she felt as if the breeze could carry the scent of smoke right to her. She desperately wanted to know what those cigarettes tasted like, what made him love them so much.
She took the cigarettes and lighter and walked to the small garden behind the hospital.
